Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Index,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.